Wandering, as he was prone to do, and bored, which he was also prone to, Demyan found himself on the borders of a pack again. Logic and tradition dictated that he change his path to avoid the pack territory, but I think we all know that Demyan didn't give a rat's ass about either of those things. Oh, no, finding a pack border in his way just made him feel the need to express his irritation at the inconvenience of them putting a pack right where he wanted to walk.

He didn't know anyone in this pack, didn't particularly care about the land itself, but having a pack border just screamed at him to challenge their supposed authority.

Instead of turning aside the handsome male went straight up to the scent marker that had alerted him to the boundary, grinned, and lifted his leg to piss all over it. And he'd just recently filled up, so it was a LOT of piss. Shaking his leg a bit at the end, he glanced around for a comfortable spot a little ways down the border, then flopped down, his forepaws quite clearly over the invisible line. He smoothed some stray hairs on his chest - you have to look your best when you're breaking the rules - then quite prominently yawned and settled down for a "nap" though his pale eyes were opened just the slightest slit to peer through his lashes all the while he was "snoring" loudly.

Frost had been patrolling, like he would normally be doing. The area that the strange male was in had already been patrolled, but was towards the end of his patrol as well. Things had been quiet which was a good thing, less for him to worry about. It was always fairly peaceful around here which was a good thing for his aging form. When he rounded the bend his ears caught the sound of some vary loud snoring. Raising his brows the male wondered who in thier right mind would be sleeping by the borders? Was it a pack member or an outsider? Then his nose caught the stench of the male’s urine marking, making his nose wrinkle in disgust. This was not one of his members, surely by the stench it wasn’t.

Moving forward at a quicker pace the body of the younger male came into view. He looked like he was sleeping, but Frost was unsure. He approached and loudly cleared his throat to catch the male’s attention.

“Is there a reason you felt the need to urinate on Lirim’s borders,” his tone was calm though he honestly wanted to know why.

Demyan's slitted eyes caught the movement of a wolf approaching, though he was careful to continue to fain sleep and not betray his awareness by tensing. The male who appeared had clearly scented his marking laid over the scent boundary, and Demyan felt a pleasant surge of self-satisfaction at the disapproval the male practically radiated. The male addressed him directly, and Demyan stopped his "snoring" with another yawn. A lazy grin and he stretched out his body, rolling all the way over his back and to his other side before hopping nimbly to his feet and shaking the grass from his magnificent coat. Meeting the brown male's gaze he didn't even bother playing innocent. It could be fun for a laugh, but it wasn't particularly the sort of laugh he was looking to give himself today. No, he was definitely more in the snarky sort of way.

"Because I could?" he sneered, flipping his muzzle in the air to settle the fur better on his scruff. "Your lot could use a few lessons in marking a border, old man. They're either lazy or stingy, because your markers aren't going to frighten a mouse, let alone a wolf." He grinned. "Didn't stop me, did it?"